My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
Getting pregnant off pre-cum is like getting high off erasers
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
I introduced him to the male G-Spot. Don't ever tell me I'm not experienced.
In case any of you were wondering, kyle is alive. He also intends to do the same thing tommorow night and the night after.Goodnight everyone
I definitely did a line of something I don't know with a Pagan biker. I make good decisions.
You said your legs stopped working and then pulled yourself around the floor with your hands.
That explains the wood chips stuck in my nipples.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
Nothing says never again like hurling in the shower.
Nothing quite like coming out of an alcohol induced blackout walking down Spruill Avenue carrying a silver briefcase full of IT tools you don't know where they came from. This is my life.
Is posting a pic on insta of my previously dyed blue pubes socially acceptable?
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
It's called life, you pretentious bitch. Grow up.
On a scale of 0 to Thanksgiving, there is no amount of food that fights against tequila.
Your mom has reinvented the use of a ping pong ball.
Randomize
